“Invitation?”
“Hmm?” Sonata looked up and suddenly found herself at the front of the long line leading into the palace. She had been focused on making herself presentable, smoothing wrinkles and picking lint off of the skirt of her dress. It was a cheap, flimsy little thing, but it had been the nicest looking thing she could find, and it… Well, it fit her very well, to say the least. She’d been waiting outside for most of the night, regretting not bringing along a shawl of some kind but anxious for when she’d finally get to enter. She’d come for a very important reason, and she had people to prove wrong.
“I asked if you had an invitation.” The guard in front of her asked sternly. He and several others were blocking the entrance to the palace, making sure that there was no possible way the wrong kind of people got in to this high-class gala. Sonata already knew that she was the wrong kind of person, but she decided to play dumb anyway.
“I didn’t know that I needed one…” She said. Her voice was soft and girlish, and as she put a hand softly to her bashful, blushing face, she stealthily moved her shoulder in just the right way so that the strap of her dress slipped off of it.
“It was clearly stated that this ball is invite only.” The guard stubbornly asserted. Sonata frowned. Usually she was able to get past people pretty easily, and men were especially easy most of the time, but the palace guards were well trained. She should have expected this to happen. As the guard kept pressing for her invitation, she sighed and activated her cybernetic enhancements. Out of her speakers came a dog whistle-like tone, one that most ears couldn’t consciously hear but that the brain subconsciously registered. The guard started exhibiting symptoms of the tone immediately, becoming flushed and lightheaded and tired. Within seconds, the sound caused him to pass out on the palace steps, and the other guards nearby rushed to aid him. In the commotion, Sonata was easily able to slip inside.
Once she was inside, Sonata was nearly frozen solid in her tracks. The sheer luxury that oozes from every atom of the place washed over her like a tsunami. Incredible gowns and suits of beautiful colorful silk, a live orchestrated, more gold leaf and marble than she’d ever seen in her life, and all of it covered in gemstones so bright they nearly blinded her. She would have felt ashamed of her own shabby little costume if she hadn’t been caught off guard by a heavenly aroma. On a gigantic buffet near the kitchen lay rich and gourmet food she’d never heard of before, and staggering amounts of it, too. Nothing on the menu appeared to be out of stock, everything was constantly being refilled. Feeling her stomach rumble, she grabbed a plate and loaded it up with all of three of her courses and dessert. She scarfed it all down before she could even carry it to the table, and all of it was so delicious that she was half tempted to go back for more. But she suddenly remembered why she’d come here in the first place. She had a mission to accomplish. So she resigned to drop off her plate with the rest of the dirty dishes, take a glass of champagne to go, and search for the King and Queen.
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